and allison doesn't think that much of herself to say she knows scott completely. there might have been a time, some months ago, that she would have - but not now. not since everything. they've grown apart and the fact in and of itself is enough to eat at her chest. but she does know him well enough to see the pain in his face, the forced smile. he's hiding something, or hasn't told her something, and she can see it written in his features as plain as day.
whatever it was she had thought was so important a moment before is gone. the whole issue with why are they here and how did they get here and where is lydia falling away like rain off her shoulders. scott looks older, too much older, and allison doesn't like the look on him. doesn't like the weight on his shoulders, the way it draws them down.
the panic and fight and urgency she'd been harboring when she stepped in is gone, now, replaced instead with a different kind of panic. cold and hard and deep-rooted somewhere in allison's chest that tells her something is wrong. scott is massaging the bridge of his nose and allison frowns. ]
The last...? [ her brows are still drawn together, but she lets out a breath instead of finishing the question. ] We were going to find Lydia and the Nogitsune. You, me, Isaac and Kira. We were standing out in front of the gate and then when we walked in I must have blacked out. I woke up here.
[ she waits, her breath caught in her chest, like the moment before you someone tells you they didn't make it. she stands strong, because she has to, because that's what argents do, and waits for scott. ]
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and allison doesn't think that much of herself to say she knows scott completely. there might have been a time, some months ago, that she would have - but not now. not since everything. they've grown apart and the fact in and of itself is enough to eat at her chest. but she does know him well enough to see the pain in his face, the forced smile. he's hiding something, or hasn't told her something, and she can see it written in his features as plain as day.
whatever it was she had thought was so important a moment before is gone. the whole issue with why are they here and how did they get here and where is lydia falling away like rain off her shoulders. scott looks older, too much older, and allison doesn't like the look on him. doesn't like the weight on his shoulders, the way it draws them down.
the panic and fight and urgency she'd been harboring when she stepped in is gone, now, replaced instead with a different kind of panic. cold and hard and deep-rooted somewhere in allison's chest that tells her something is wrong. scott is massaging the bridge of his nose and allison frowns. ]
The last...? [ her brows are still drawn together, but she lets out a breath instead of finishing the question. ] We were going to find Lydia and the Nogitsune. You, me, Isaac and Kira. We were standing out in front of the gate and then when we walked in I must have blacked out. I woke up here.
[ she waits, her breath caught in her chest, like the moment before you someone tells you they didn't make it. she stands strong, because she has to, because that's what argents do, and waits for scott. ]
Why?